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Along with her suitcase and purse.
What the fuck?
Did she seriously take off and leave me here?
The moment hurt wells up inside me, I stomp it out.
Screw that.
I stalk over to my duffle and rifle around in it. A second later, my fingers lock on a pair of boxers. After the cotton material has been hauled up my thighs and the waistband snapped into place, I scoop up my phone and hit her number.
It goes straight to voicemail.
With narrowed eyes, I stare out the wall of windows that overlooks the Strip. It doesn’t look nearly as magical in the harsh light of dawn as it did when I’d pressed Britt against the thick glass and fucked her senseless.
Well…this isn’t how I saw my morning playing out.
I drag a hand over my face and attempt to convince myself that what happened this weekend doesn’t mean a damn thing.
It’s not like we were going to stay married.
So…does it really matter if the hottest sex of my life just bailed on me without a fucking word?
Do I care?
Nope. Not one damn bit.
What I need is to shake it off and keep it moving.
Just like she did.
Two hours later, I’m still in a foul mood as I throw my duffle over my shoulder and head down to the lobby to meet up with everyone. I glance at the time on my phone. The shuttle should arrive in ten minutes to take us to the airport.
Certainly can’t say that Vegas wasn’t interesting.
That’s for damn sure.
As soon as the elevator opens on the first floor, I step out and make my way through the lobby. Wolf, Fallyn, Carina, Ford, Stella, Riggs, Viola, and Madden are already there and waiting with their luggage.
“Hey.” Wolf smirks as he scans my face. “You look like hell, dude.”
With a snort, I flip him the bird.
“And your disposition matches your appearance,” he snickers.
It’s tempting to give him the finger for a second time in as many minutes.
“Where’d you and Britt disappear to last night? One minute, we’re all doing shots and the next, you guys are gone.”
Yeah…there’s no way I’m announcing that he’s not the only married man in the group.
Can you even imagine what their reactions would be?
Wolf glances around the bustling space. “Where’s Britt? I figured she’d be with you.”
Just as I’m about to admit that I have no idea where that girl is, Stella says, “Something came up and she had to catch an earlier flight back to Western.”
Ha!
Likely story.
I’ll be interested to discover why she felt the need to run from me when I finally catch up with her ass on campus.
Because if that girl thinks she can ditch me after we tied the knot, she’s dead wrong.
16
BRITT
I stare at the book sprawled out on the table where I’m working at The Roasted Bean, a coffee house on campus that caters to the student population. I love popping in, grabbing a cappuccino and studying. It’s cozy and I’m usually able to get a lot done.
That, unfortunately, isn’t the case this afternoon. I’ve been here for more than an hour and have barely plowed my way through one assignment.
Focus is definitely not my friend at the moment.
It’s been that way since I returned from Vegas a few days ago. Even worse than that, I’ve taken to skulking around campus, so I don’t run into the hot hockey player.
It’s a pain in the ass.
My brain keeps tumbling back to the weekend.
I still can’t believe I married Colby McNichols.
Colby!
McNichols!
Mr. Manwhore Extraordinaire.
The baby-faced assassin.
How could I have allowed this to happen?
I’ve racked my brain, trying to dredge up as much as I can about that night, but the memories remain frustratingly murky.
There were shots—of course.
A ton of laughter.
And then sex.
A lot of really good sex.
I’ll say one thing about the guy—he knows exactly what he’s doing in that department. A shiver dances down the length of my spine at the memories that bloom to life before settling in my core.
And the first night…
When he’d pressed me against the glass and had his wicked way?
Yeah…that experience is singed into my brain for all eternity.
At some point, we’ll have to sit down and discuss the situation and how we go about dissolving our sham of a marriage.
I just need to work up the courage to face him. It’s not like Colby wants to be married to me any more than I want to be tied to him. The guy is probably freaking the fuck out right now.
Hell, maybe he’s already set the wheels in motion.
Although, he hadn’t lost his shit when he’d realized what we’d done.
Nope. He’d been cool, calm, and collected.
I’m the one who’d freaked out.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and release a steady puff of air from my lips. In the past, if there were situations I wasn’t able to tackle on my own, I’d enlist the assistance of my family. Mom would swoop in and take over. It’s what Sharon does best. Within a matter of days, the circumstance would be resolved.
